elfflame (elfflame) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-06 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: elfflame, kink: oral sex, remus/regulus |
LMOM # 6: Slices of a Werewolf's Love Life: Taking Revenge - Remus/Regulus, R
Title: Slices of a Werewolf’s Love Life: Taking Revenge
Author: elfflame
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Remus/Regulus
Kink(s) : Corruption, blowjobs, and reference to sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 538
A/N: This one is actually my favorite Remus pairing, though they really had no chance in canon. Plus…if that’s what Sirius does for watching his friend, what would he have done for fucking him? ;)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three A | Part Three B | Part Four
Each time they were together, Remus had a harder time remembering why he had started this. With each of Regulus’s moans, he felt more drawn to Sirius’s brother, and less inclined to remember why he’d chosen to get back at Sirius like this.
Each time, Regulus became less a replacement for his brother, or for Severus—who refused to even look at him now that he knew what Remus was—and more a draw all his own.
For a Slytherin and a Black, Sirius’s brother was surprisingly innocent. Perhaps it was that he’d been the favoured, pampered and protected son for so long. The first time Remus had seduced him, he’d felt a flash of guilt at how easy it had been. But the boy had responded so openly and eagerly…it was almost like he was hungry for touch, or for any attention at all.
Remus had given him all that and more. Until now, he’d only bottomed. Sirius wasn’t the sort to let go his control easily, so Remus had acquiesced. But with Regulus, it was easy to take control. The other boy seemed to crave being dominated.
The first time, he’d just snogged Regulus, trying to ignore the guilt and to remember how angry he was with Sirius. The second time, Regulus had sought him out, and they’d done a great deal more. The sight of Regulus Black, scion of the Black family on his knees sucking his cock was enough to drive thoughts of both Sirius and Severus right out of Remus’s mind.
By the third time he’d fucked Regulus, he knew he was getting too attached. Though he wanted Sirius to suffer, he’d not meant to do this more than once or twice, just to throw in Sirius’s face. But now…now he found he couldn’t. And he found he couldn’t stop, either.
There was nothing quite like being buried deep inside Regulus, kissing him deeply as he fucked him slowly, hearing the way he tried to bite back the moans and groans that his thrusts provoked.
Each time, Remus told himself he wouldn’t do it again. But then he would see Regulus waiting by the stairs up to Gryffindor Tower—not wanting to be too obvious, but still wanting to be where Remus would see him when he passed by with his friends. And no matter what he tried, he always ended up staying behind—to keep Sirius from fighting with his brother, or because this time Regulus had come up with some sort of issue he supposedly needed to handle. Sometimes, Remus was even alone, with no one to stop him from going off with Regulus, or to remind him even with their presence, what a bad idea this was.
He hated himself for it. He hated Sirius for pushing him into such a desperate place in the first place, that he’d even managed to come up with the idea. He hated James for not walking back to the tower with Sirius that night and keeping him from seeing him kissing Severus. Maybe then things would be different. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel so guilty. Maybe then, Regulus Black wouldn’t confuse him the way he did, and he could just let him go.